All Else Will Follow

I swear, I've been devoting at least half an hour a day to playing the guitar -- sometimes less, sometimes more -- but it's amazing how your fingers JUST LEARN. I don't sometimes know what key the tune is in (nor do I even have a clue what I should do over the changes -- that knowledge is long lost to my youth) but if the tune is simple enough -- read: blues and jazz that doesn't morph too much with the changes -- my fingers just take me for a ride.

I just can't describe it any differently. I seriously maintain that I'll never know what they're going to do next. They'll blister, then they'll chill. I KNOW it's my brain telling them what to do, but I promise, I am not in control. I kind of have an idea of what the theme is at the time, but then they just wander off on their own and do what they want. Isn't that odd? To think of your fingers as small children? But that's what they are.

I train them to follow the rules. I train them incessantly, and all of a sudden they're making stuff up for themselves.

Well, needless to say this doesn't only apply to the guitar. I swear to you on any holy personage that our fingers have their own brains. Each and every one of them.

That'll teach you to respect your pinkie.